Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

Continental Oriental, United Kingdom of Zanktogaren.

The snow melts away, the young grass moes, the overflowing season of life, spring. The clear blue sky, but the complexion of the group that goes down the wilderness beneath it, is cloudy and as if it were a eulogy.

The reason is obvious if you look at their outfits. Instead of his hat, he wore an iron helmet, his body hardened to armor and feet, and he carried a bare spear that he could not rely on. I am a soldier. To see it march with a sad look, too, it is easy to understand that its purpose is not training, mere mobility, etc.

They're on their way to the battlefield.

"The king, the nobleman, and always this guy is full of idiots."

One of the soldiers advancing his steps still murmured with a gloomy voice.

"If you think the demonic noise has finally subsided, war with Arquelle. Once that was done, the Federation cubs rubbed each other inside out. I can't go out with you."

"Hey, stop it."

A soldier standing in the next line interrogates and stops.

"I don't know who's listening. You shouldn't say anything far-fetched."

"It's okay."

Neither did the coworker's stupidity stop the leak for the soldier. Move your legs, but run your gaze around. The surrounding shady soldiers walk silently with a uniformly dark look. I see no opposite intention there. Ning Ro, there are even signs that I would shrug my ears to tune with the man who cut the mouth fire and encourage him to continue.

"Sometimes it's this conscription to see if we can finally calm down and sprinkle the wheat. I don't know if he's in here."

Saying so with a strong tone, there was also a voice of endorsement from the surroundings, as was caught.

"Oh, not at all"

"You only think about us, like a live leather bag that spits out wheat if you squeeze it."

"You have to plow, sprinkle, grow with your hands, and you can't reap what you can..."

He bowed his shoulders so that the soldiers who had skipped his attention would surrender, even though they would hear similar words as soon as possible. All the soldiers here are not professional soldiers, etc. The peasants who wave not the spears, but the earth against them, not the enemy soldiers. Although they were put into the army according to the Lord's life, they are not meant to be war or anything else.

"I'll tell you more than once. All the nobles are fools. Take away the people who make the wheat, so in the fall, you can't skip taxes enough."

"Yeah, yeah."

"But for a reason, it's a shortage. You make it a slave and sell it off. Damn it, there's no easier business than nobility, Oi."

"Even in our village, you've seen slave traders a lot lately. I don't know if I'm going to be able to find anything blind right now."

"Me too... if I don't get a reward for this fight, the village chief might sell my sister at the end of the house..."

When one of the young soldiers zeroed so, the surrounding adults frowned sympathetically.

"Every village has had something similar since last year's demonic noise..."

"Heh, while I'm calculating which kids to sell, it's still better. Some of these days, it's like running away from the village, right?

"Sure. Around Balden. Then I've heard rumors, rumors, that the neighboring village was empty overnight."

"All the villagers, run away at night? But where are you running away from?

"Huh? Not across the Rhini."

Rhini River, the name of the river that serves as the current border between Zanktogaren and neighboring Arquel. Across the river, the land is Elpis-Roane - formerly known as Elps-Rottlergen. It was the land ceded to the Kingdom of Arquel by the Battle of Voldan last year, its Pact of Reconciliation.

Cheng Cheng, although now an enemy territory, was formerly the land of Zanktogaren. Many of the people living there are Zanktogarenic. Even if farmers flee across the border, there is room for dispute.

But...

"Say stupid. That's already the land of the Alquarians. There's no way they're gonna be nice to us when they come running in here alone."

One soldier ran out of words, like he made a heartfelt fool of himself.

Elpis-Roane is under the rule of the Kingdom of Arquelle. And Zanktogaren fought a war and defeated his country by surprise. If so, there are things that are difficult to imagine even modestly, such as the Xanthogalenians who rushed into such a place being blessed with survival in New Heaven and Earth. Former enemy nationals without backshields, the end of such displaced people, and other miner slaves throwing into the mines are the mountains. In the fold, Elpis-Roane was a land pattern rich in mineral veins. It has been a controversial place between the two powers for many years, so it is also in that regard.

If you flee, you will end up being displaced or enslaved. I didn't like it, but I have it now. Confederate civil strife is being driven for it, now as a soldier.

And there was another reason why they couldn't get away.

"- What are you chatting about?

And the soldiers gather up to the lofty voices that descend from their heads. Naturally, the source of the voice is high. Against the soldier on foot, the man straddled a disappointing military horse. I am a knight. It's a fine object because it also looks at the armor that wraps around it, and to the extent of the number of spears in the hands of the soldiers, it's suspicious if even scratches can be inflicted. The person dressed was also large enough to be seen from above the armor.

"Ha, Captain..."

That's what I called him in a trembling voice, the first example soldier to divulge stupidity. There are no more shards of the majesty that had cursed the mouth extremely aristocracy.

The captain on the horse leaks a hunch from his mouth covered in a cheeky helmet (closed helm), laughing at the incompetence.

"Don't go and blunt your legs in a private language. If you are late, the soldiers in the line will be late again. It's a hostile act.... the upcoming match is no longer an abdominal favor for the Galerians?

"Yes, no, don't! There's no annihilation!

"By and large, there's nothing for us to gain from taking sides with the Galerin people..."

The soldiers shook their heads sideways simultaneously.

GALERIN - The Grand Kingdom of Grandonburg, which cares about the Allies of the Union and wields its members in a difficult way, had no hesitation in intimidating small and medium-sized countries because of the loss of prestige last year. The point is to re-tighten the loose hoop (but not the one that can be tightened). Those who swallowed promises and demands from their allies were a minority in the constituent states of the Union. Many countries will rise up with weapons in their hands, and the Alliance's main side will also extend to exercising its power - thus welcoming clashes.

This army, which proceeded with a large number of soldiers who lacked the will to fight, was also one of those federally constituted nations on the main side of the anti-alliance.

The commander on the horse snorts high.

"Hum. If so, proceed quickly. The enemy can't wait, and he can't say it gently with his mouth, like me. If we make mistakes, we will redeem ourselves with our lives. Keep in mind."

"" Heh, heh!

soldiers to resume obedience and marching as ordered.

Zanktogaren is a country with a strong wind of weak and strong eating. Every time there is a civil conflict, the Confederation breaks down, and even if it does not, it continues to sharpen more threatening demons and swords than other countries. Naturally, the knights who serve as the army's stalls will have an array of powerful men.

As a matter of fact, there are a lot of people around this captain - but even so, soldiers who have just been requisitioned from the countryside have the power to become a bundle but not to be rivaled. If you run away or face the blade, that blade may chop us up. The more shards you think so, the more you shrivel, the more you shrivel. but there is no risk of being treated intact as long as you remain silent and obedient. That was what was causing these soldiers to walk to a battlefield they didn't care about.

"You don't have to look so dark. Avoid the follies of Galerin and the fools who damage the soldiers without darkness in battle. This battle is also like a threat to advance negotiations between the federations. To lose your life, don't be like that."

The captain now tells me to comfort him, but the soldiers didn't react well. By being driven out into such a threatening battle, the original business, the field work, is delayed. There is no reason to remember gratitude, relief, etc., even if you feel inclined to blame the helplessness of taking a weapon and running to a demonstration.

The stinking march of the funeral proceeded for a while, when it crossed several hills.

"Oh, that...!

A plain stretching ahead down the hill. Beyond the eastern horizon, we gained visual view of the army proceeding continuously and this way. An unidentified army, coming head-on to the army marching to the battlefield. It is definitely the strength of the Galerians.

"Reports of scouts indicate that the other half of the day was passing loosely around the hanging area..."

Captain mopping his jaw from above his cheek. Perhaps the enemy also realized that this one was marching, and increased his march speed to shock his surprises? Or were you going to use this plain as a battlefield from the start, bluntly simulating to invite this one? Either way, there is one more thing to do than the legions have encountered each other in this way.

Calling the cavalry of the decree, I command you quickly.

"Command. Tell the rear headquarters the news of the enemy's shadow. The total is...... roughly 20,000. It's in our favor."

The number of enemies is 20,000, which is an extrapolation from the information we were getting earlier on the scouts and the amount of dirt smoke we see under our eyes. The number of self-armies is about 35,000. It is a coalition of the lords on the main side of the anti-alliance. From the battle of Voldan, which forced painful wear and tear, so many soldiers were gathered together with little time between them. It would have meant that so many rebelled beside the Grand Duchy of Grandonburg.

The widow soldier of the Grandonburg Expeditionary Army was to see the thinness of his support. The force of 20,000 is an unapologetic threat, but for keeping the main force warm in the fold of last year's war, too little. There were few reliable allies in the Federation, and many soldiers were broken to consolidate their backs.

(This is under the heavens of Galerin's people, not for long)

Under his helmet, the captain's face distorts in disdain. If we take advantage of our numerical advantage to win this match, we will also be able to see how to hold back Grandonburg's dictatorship.

Despite the low morale of the soldiers, the commanders of the anti-Alliance main army had no doubt whatsoever about their victory and the glorious future.

It is then.

"Oh, are you...!?

One soldier raised his voice as if he had been drawn to the appearance of an army on the Allied Lord's side. Ahead of that gaze is a line of relatively lightly dressed infantry among the enemy forces. No, it's exactly the weapon that that team will be equipped with.

Short for spears, no tips, strong enough, weapon like a toy that looked like a cylinder - a musket. The captain who confirms it snorts uncomfortably.

"Cheng Cheng, a new weapon used by the Arquelles in the Voldan battle?"

"Heh, heh. Because of me, we've had a terrible time. Cousin Johan was also shot by that bullet, and the wound came from..."

Remember the power we experienced on the battlefield last year, or some of the soldiers shook with a blue face. Sent to Voldan in that war centered on those in the territorial state that are separated from Galerin, even in Zanktogaren. If so, it is not surprising that this anti-alliance main faction also had a mix of the few survivors at that time.

From what I hear, his weapon, the farmers who had just been conscripted - who are also less accustomed to a match than the Zanktogaren - even used it, made the expeditionary army strongly bleed. Has the Grand Duchy reached the point where it can be used as its own object as soon as possible?

But there was no sign of wolves on the captain.

"Soldiers, don't be afraid"

Saying with a grumpy tone of heartbreak.

"I've been hearing reports about that strange weapon, too. but you don't have to be afraid. Anyway, this is the plain of Zanktogaren. It's not like a basin over a mountain or anything."

The final phase of the Voldan battle, the battle of the Kravikür basin. A battlefield in which musket guns first appeared in the history of the Ithusela continent and wielded fierceness. But the land was also a place where the enemy had built positions in advance to the narrow basin, pulling the handshanks and waiting. I can also describe a lightweight poor flying tool that collapses when I stop by as having a wall to protect it...

Look at the translation. How about this time? The battlefield is a plain that can run around endlessly whether it's horseback riding or infantry. Reports of scouts on Omake said they didn't even see a defense base as seen in last year's battle. In other words, there is no obstacle to approaching and hunting defenseless gunmen.

"Somehow, do those muskets and them need to be reloaded with every single shot? Plus cleaning the cylinders. Not suitable for use on open battlefields, such as substitutes that require considerable effort."

"Ya, sure..."

"Plus, the main cause of that defeat is demonic intrusion. That's not standard for vampires, either.... in daylight, on a spectacular battlefield, you can forgive the monsters for beating you up?

And this is the biggest factor. As a matter of fact, the Arquel army gunmen are shielded from distances and walls, while the barrage is pulled out and the majority is taken over. If I could keep attacking the force push like that, Xanctogallen would have won, and even if I took care of it and re-divided it. If only there were no unforeseen circumstances, such as being attacked by a large group of demons from behind.

Galerin's people misinterpreted the war drill - that's what the captain feels like.

"The enemy is proud of a rare new toy.... you won this match."

Captain's assertion in heavy armor and an atmosphere of war. In the words, the soldiers around them also have a relieved look. Even if it's something I don't feel comfortable with and can't avoid again, it's better to win if it's a war. Because at least there are less sacrifices than losing.

There is a constant bursting sound on the battlefield. Whenever the sound of scattering sparks sounded, someone's life also scattered with flesh and blood.

"Ha, that's a different story..."

One soldier gasped zero as he wet his face with cold sweat, tears and blues.

"Isn't a musket something you couldn't shoot?!?

It is the forces of the Grand Domburg kingdom, the Allied Lord, that he stares at so eloquently. From an aligned musket, a side-by-side line flies a bullet with bursting nitrous smoke. To that shooting, the captain was arguing in advance, the interval of attack due to bouncing, etc., it's as if you can't see anything like that. Infantry marches and cavalry rains are showers of lead balls that sweep down without any distinction of mercy.

Regardless, it's not like the Federation leader has developed a magic gun that can fire multiple shots in a row.

The seeds of the magic tricks were so easy that they would remember the shoulder watermark once they were figured out.

First Row of Musketeers, simultaneous fire complete.

"Uhm. Then the second row, forward!

"" Ha!

In accordance with the Commander's signal, the front and rear of the horizontal platoon deployed across multiple layers are replaced. The layers that have struck out the bullets are in the same position. And the layers that held back in the rear, instead, step forward and shoot. While the army on the main side of the anti-alliance steps forward with the shooting, the horizontal squad, which had finished shooting first, finishes cleaning the gun chamber and bouncing again, preparing for the next shooting.

Alternate shooting. That was the identity of this infinite but illusory series of shots.

Its effects. As you can see. The Musketeer Squad of the Grandonburg Army keeps moving forward, not leaning against the main anti-Alliance army as if it were a scale bug, on the contrary. Rolling at your feet are countless human horse wrecks, marching across them with military boots. It is literal, ravaging.

I was shown this sight, and there was no such thing as a soldier who could truly fight.

"Yes, I don't want to... I don't want to die!!

One of the soldiers screamed. That was the cut of the collapse.

"This is such a fight, I can do it! Oh, I'm done!

"Or go home tu! Oh, I'm going home!!

"Wait, you guys!? Stay where you are. Here, listen..."

The commanders yell and try to quench the confusion, but their voices also disappear after being drunk by the gunfire that keeps them up. The soldiers of the main anti-alliance army shook themselves whenever they heard the roar on their backs.

Gunshots. The sound of striking out lead balls with the explosion. Every time it sounds, it hurts someone and leads to death. I understand the horror of knowing who it is that brings the battlefield back to life. The cannons are scary, the sound of the cannons is scary, he said.

Fear. That was one of the elements where guns overwhelm soldiers, alongside bullets that were actually lethal. The moment they point at the gunpoint, the moment the gunfire goes off, the sharpness of the soldiers is frustrated every time. Block your ears. The blast you hear was just the roar of the reaper. The soldiers of the Zanktogaren are not human apart enough to continue to be exposed to such things and endure them. Not to mention because the majority of them experienced gun terror for the first time today.

"Shit, the Miscellaneous Bulbs are scaring me...!

Like his own army on the verge of crushing, the captain bites his teeth. If we get here, it's hard to hold back the collapse with just the earliest words. It would also be a bad idea to show off a few cowards and make a supervisory war. The soldiers are dominated by fear of guns. Even if you slap your ass here in the form of a mutilation by your superior officer, it's your hips that will crush you before you run towards your enemies.

If so, there's one way to rebuild this defeat -

"Yeah, listen to the noise if you're not far away! If you're close, stop by and look in the eye! Knight's soul, here it is!

A captain kicks a horse's belly eating bubbles at the sound of an unfamiliar explosion and sets up an assault.

- Kill the enemy. If the battle comes to fruition, and the opponent is killed, the soldiers will recover.

Cut the wind, approaching the regiment of the Allied forces as we see it. Naturally, the interception fires also rise from the enemy, but only the bullets that fly in make a vain spark on the surface of the armor.

"Does it work, it's lead debris!

A fierce mockery floats behind his cheek. Knight armor ready to fight vicious demons. That defense is incomparable with that of the lightly dressed soldiers. Regardless, horse armor on horseback with it also has the corresponding thickness. Simultaneous shooting with aligned tips is certainly ideal for ravaging miscellaneous soldiers, but helpless for exceptions with powerful individual combat power. Running to the enemy with certainty of that fact,

"" Fireball. "" Fireball. "" Fireball. ""

... Along the way, I was knocked off the horse by a magic attack that flew in.

"What, ha...!?

Roll down the ground, savoring the intense pain that explodes on your shoulders and thorax. A damp earth, not long after the snowmelt, touched the heated armor to make a juicy hot air. When he wakes up, his beloved horse, who had crossed until earlier, is seen lying on the ground without even screaming.

"Guru, no..."

"Hmm. Simultaneous shooting away of the miscellaneous soldiers, the enemies who can withstand the bullets will magically end. It's an efficient tactic inside."

Someone who appears as he says so before the agonizing captain. A white clavat with a raised collar and no dust stains visible. And a golden double-headed eagle embroidered on his left chest. Dada looks unlike him on the battlefield. Only a sword hung on his waist has painstakingly made this man known as a warrior. But unlike other soldiers, knights, etc., it made me feel like I could tell at a glance.

"That crest is - the Great King's SS Horseman!?

The captain, who perceived the man's identity, moaned (groaning) as he stripped his eyes in amazement.

Grand King SS Knight General - Supreme Forces in the Land of Martial Arts and the United Kingdom of Zanktogaren. The most powerful knights of the continent's east, that only the Grand Kingdom of Grandonburg and the Historic Great of the Heidelrecht dynasty can see. The number was six and few, but every one was a thousand strong men, and the powers were exceptions with the equivalent of generals.

More than even plainly putting such a monster into play, the Alliance's attitude toward this federal civil conflict is clear. Undisputed seriousness, is.

In front of the captain, the man gracefully gives a bow of grace.

"Oops, sorry I'm late for my name. My name is Oscar Reinart von Hagendorf. As you can see, I am the Grand SS Rider in the Grandonburg Grand Imperial Army, and I am taking that last seat. Later, get to know each other."

(Psst, you kidding man......!

Chili, and his back teeth snap. How much courtesy is caged where your head drips against the opponent who lays on the ground? It was like a rude sample. I'm so angry.

"Much, much more, huh?

"Hmm?"

To the evil of the seeping of pain, the man named Hagendorf blinked.

"What do you mean you can't afford it? Is it also inconvenient for me to be here talking to you?

The captain wondered if this man was an idiot. He doesn't wear armor, he stays possessed, and he stops in the middle of his mushrooms and battlefield. good of the archers and the magicians. Nothing is the exclusive patent for the Grandonburg side. It's inferior to having a Magic Instruction Academy on a boulder, but still the right number is here.

(The clear face was magically burned, and I regret it, but it's good!

The loss of this match is obvious more than it was devastated by an engagement. But still, if we can tailor the Great King's running dog in front of us, the drinking will go down. As the magic of your allies flies, let's squeeze your death force and slash him...

That's right. Hagendorf throws a laugh at him for making an estimate. Bad, cold smile.

"I forgot to tell you... your magician is gone."

"... Huh?

"Nothing strange. If the Musketeers who finished this far around the corner ate magic and wore it out, it would be a huge loss for our army, wouldn't it? So the blind wizards have already hunted in the gap where you are confused by the shooting. This is me."

Hatter. That's what I wanted you to say. It is this short time, though how the power of the SS Horseman is lost. That is impossible to decide.

But what you hear as you wait and live is gunshots, gunshots, gunshots. And it is the cheer of the Grandonburg side, and the scream of its own army. The occasional magical burst sounds are also in front of the Grandonburg side of the line - just like this captain, where the knights of the anti-Allied main army who tried to storm the Musketeers are all targeted.

Blood draws from my face. In contrast, Hagendorf's more and more pleasant colors deepened his grin.

"Do you understand? Well, choose. Surrender, or resist"

There can only be one way to get here, such as choosing a side that is disadvantaged. As for Hagendorf, I didn't mind either of them. If the person in front of you chooses to surrender, it saves you the trouble of killing him. And for choosing to resist -,

"Don't be ridiculous! As a knight, you surrender from within without a single sword!

"Hmm? Right."

The captain jumped on me without getting up. Slash and discard the torso with a single flash.

"But if you're a knight... first of all, I don't feel like a knight, such as Mitsuo, who can't even tell my difference in strength."

The sword, which had been pulled out at an unstoppable rate in his eyes, was now put to the sheath with an extraordinarily slow blood wave. Dosari, and a wreck that made a noise and fell to the ground. The gaze that overlooks it is sharper and colder than the white blade.

- There is no reason for the Great King's SS Knight to take the trouble of excluding it if a knight at hand chooses to resist. I mean, that's what happened.

"But, well, what? The overwhelming difference in power is boring."

Hagendorf runs his eyes through the surrounding wars.

The trend was totally leaning towards the Allied Leaders. The anti-alliance main army, which should have initially secured a numerical advantage, is in a state of disruption before the shooting of the musketeers. Though we have all the numbers, what we see is the U.N. crowd. Is it a place called Othi that gets kicked like a crowd of ravens? If we had now put in place a little chain of command and increased soldier proficiency, we could have organized a separate team to ambush the Musketeers and bring them into the mix. but in order to prevent such imitation, last year's war put the Confederate nonmainstream into Voldan and forced it to wear out.

A friend of mine starts a full-fledged advance over him with more than he can imagine clapping up for an easier win. In the middle of it,

"That's a brilliant one, General."

Towards a passing main unit, a general on horseback in it, he calls out.

Lord Hagendorf.

"No, not at all. I was amazed. I'm sure I was going to win this battle, but I can't imagine how easily I could break my enemies."

"... compliments, the ultimate in pleasure. But I was wondering if there was a war between your help and the soldiers."

I'll give you a thank-you reply, General. However, the expression was somewhat stiff, worrisome, seeping through clumsiness and stubbornness. That's natural, too. This general is not a Glandonburg Great Kingdom-born soldier, like Hagendorf, who belongs to the Great King's SS Knight General. It is the mouth of the confederates who have joined the ranks of the Allies this time. If you say so, you are an outsider. Therefore, there was still a floating spot in the Great Kingdom army, which seemed to be grasping a sense of distance.

Towards such a man, Hagendorf lifts his voice with an ostensibly familiar caged grin.

"No, no! You don't have to be so modest, General! This record-breaking battle is only with your dedication and command, General! Keep your chest up and be proud. Because it's also a courtesy to the soldiers who fought under you."

"Ha..."

The response of the opposing general was still a whimsical one.

That would be the case, too. It is only in his homeland, the constituent state of the Union, its national interests, that he took the side of the Alliance Lord in this federal civil conflict, though the late. Because nothing is getting into the Grandonburg kingdom from the core.

But that's not going to happen from now on. Grandonburg, and the Great King, through this battle, is looking to restructure Zanktogaren from the vague framework of the Union as a clear one. There's a difference between what we've been fighting for in the Federation and what we've been fighting for. Even in the aftermath of the war, one capable soldier wants to take in more.

That's why you insist loudly. You're the one who contributed the most to this battle. You're the one who bled the most enemy soldiers. To push his position to the side of Grandonburg.

Sniff away the smell of raw stink politics, or the general on horseback coughs up and puts his gaze back forward.

"Words, mumble. But there will be more pursuits against the remaining enemies."

"Hmm. Pursuit..."

Hagendorf also has to be pulled in if the match is to be missed. He and I are essentially one samurai. He didn't mean it, such as letting the enemy in front of him escape because of his tongue-in-cheek provocation.

"From what I've seen, many enemies seem to be able to escape too much shock or crushing."

The people who succeeded in crushing the front lines in the shootout, but were holding back behind them, are moving quickly to observe the unfavourable situation and the confusion on the front lines. I can't say it's much order. It's an unusual way to escape, but I was steadily moving away from this army. It is likely that many soldiers will be defeated, but it is also expected that the number of soldiers who will be forced to flee indestructibly will rise considerably.

"Because musketeers are infantry. Also, not many cavalry soldiers have been brought here because the horses are upset by gunfire."

A horse is a cowardly, sound-sensitive animal. Bringing your ears to the battlefield where all the gunshots sound deaf makes you frightened and useless. Unless you are a horse or a spiritual beast specially trained for a demon or a demon mentor, such things are often deployed in only a small handful of cavalry members.

"We also try to get horses used to sounds and put ear coverings on them, but I was wondering if the practical application would take time"

"The journey. He said that measures had already been taken."

"Yep.... there is also room for improvement in working with existing soldiers such as Spear Soldiers. For example -"

As I say, I draw a schematic on the ground with my fingers.

- For example, dare to delay the firing of gunmen to attract enemies. That would make it easier to retreat and become more annihilated. Regardless, it is clear that if you just don't shoot, you will be fleshed out and there will be damage here. That's where spear soldiers come in. By placing a literal cross spear in the enemy line, you hold the gunmen in captivity at the same time as you defend the line. This is also an idea to annihilate with the firepower of a gun.

If we add more horseback squad assaults here, the enemy will disrupt the formation thousands and expose themselves to the rain of bullets while the spear soldiers are blocking their movement.

"- Not yet, it's an airborne theory on the plane."

A general who would tie the knot, but his glare was more eloquent than words.

Be sure to give it a try. Make sure this new tactic is used as an object. He tells the intentions with his expression.

In ancient times, those who used superior military methods were magically metaphorical in their arms. It is still unknown whether the tactics he talks about will have that effect on the truth... but wishing for their death and refining their skill for bloodshed should be expressed as both completion, magic and curse.

"So, by the time we unify the country, can we even see that it's ready?

"... there won't be a problem."

To that word, Hagendorf distorts his face in delight.

"Fine! I don't think so, General! Thanks to your dedication, our country will be able to fly even more! It's something I want to keep doing with you, okay?

Different passions for war? It's like you're cursing someone? What's wrong with that? If the spearhead of the war is directed against the enemy of your own army, that's very good. There is no denying the unification of Zanktogaren by Grandonburg either. If so, this general is a strange currency to be there. That was Hagendorf's decision.

"... Yep"

The General allowed a dark flame to dwell in his eyes as he replied. The color of darkness is even deeper than when you were killing enemy soldiers efficiently. The one who meets his eyes shines with unexpected horror and passion.

"By the end of this civil conflict, we will have a system in place that will only make the snowflake to Arquel a reality"

"Uh-huh. That's a very reliable word, General Bauer."

If you tie it that way, try to join the chase, or Hagendorf scratches his figure off.

Jürgen Bauer. General from the Kingdom of the Baharia. And the defeated general in last year's Voldan battle was him. Why did an outside general painted on a single defeat return to the position of taking another extraction so quickly?

It's

(... Since last year, the sound of a musket (Koitz) was not out of my ear, whether I slept or woke up. Thanks to you, I've become a wingman. how to attack this and how to use it)

He has the experience of touching this weapon the most throughout the Zanktogaren army and has also struggled with countermeasures and operations.

Bauer looks at the battlefield under his eyes as he moves forward on his horseback. Look at the Musketeers now operating at his hands and crushing the enemy army. And look at the enemy troops being defeated powerlessly like wild birds. Some of those anti-Allied main army soldiers may have crawled around the battlefield of Kravikür with Bauer last fall. Guilt of stepping on it with your own hands is a lie if you say no.

But he couldn't stop hesitating.

(A new weapon, a new technology, creates a new era. The tide has changed. We can't miss it, either.)

The defeat of the Voldan battle revealed the decline of Zanktogaren's group of territorial states. That's the fact that no matter how much I regret it, I won't get it back. Going forward, the Federation's political landscape will see Grandonburg, the Allied leader, strengthen his forces more as he reaches an end to the war while conserving his power.

Then the path to be taken by the Kingdom of the Bahamas, which has lost power to the detriment of many soldiers, can be squeezed into one from scratch. Don't be intolerant. Don't be intolerant. Don't be intolerant. Don't sneak. With this choice and merit, we will occupy a favourable place in the new order that the Federation will form in the future.

Regardless, there was still much opposition within the Bahamas to rubbing against opponents who had been used for good a year earlier. No, those who make anti-alliance lord proximity statements are more likely to be the majority. But there is no future on the path of just spitting out the indignation of Pan.

Fortunately during his misfortune, Bauer, who had lost in the battle and had been humiliated by his captives, was dressed up in the universe with no place for him in the country after the harmony. While I was turned to idleness and only time was rotten, for comfort - and by heat - I wrote up a paper on the threats and weaknesses of the musket I felt in action, its operational law, etc. It caught the attention of the greats of the Grandonburg army as to how that was. In this expedition, it was from its handover that he was tasked with the command of the army, including the Musketeers, on an experimental basis.

I mourned my bad luck when I lost the majority of the 40,000 Expeditionary Force, and with that I lost everything. but what kind of patrol, now a pro-alliance leader faction military representative in the Bahamas. In the Zanktogaren army, he is one of the crushing generals who has a saying in the operation of new weapons. Of course, his position is weak, having just lost last year. If you have to, you will be truncated from your home country and from your allies... but you should strengthen your position and others with future achievements. by suppressing this federal civil conflict.

(Firstly, consolidate the Federation and reinforce our nation's position, which was shaken by defeat. After that I stopped worrying about my hindsight -)

Bauer throws a kicking sharp glance into the western sky. Beyond that lies the possession of the territorial lords, who this time cited their soldiers. No, Elpis-Roane, the land of causation. And is that Vordan further ahead?

(- Wait, Kingdom of Arquelle. And you crazy noblemen like Ovenil. Makes me regret not dropping my neck in Voldan now......!

Under the sky, in the raucous spring sun, but the light that dwells in its eyes is darker than night and colder than winter. Jürgen Bauer kept waiting for the time of revenge to come with thoughts of a thousand autumns.